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insolence: Then make him cry for his insolence
insolence: Then make him cry for his insolence

Then make him cry for his insolence

insolence: Neil Henderson @hendopolis Follow A 16 year old has written a thought provoking letter to the Times this morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz わReply Retweeted ★Favorite More Annoyed Sir, I am getting increasingly annoyed at the barrage of articles about teenagers, and the adults who keep trying to explain our behaviour "Moods and meltdowns: what's inside the teenage brain?, Mar 1) I am 16 and a straight-A student, like most of my friends. We are not as irrational and immature as adults seem to think. We've grown up with financial crises and accept that most of us will be unemployed We no longer flinch at bloody images of war because we've grown up seeing the chaos in the Middle East and elsewhere Most of us are cynical and pessimistic because of the environment we've grown up in which should be explanation enough for our apparent insolence and disrespect, without "experts" having to write articles about it. Has no one ever seen that we are angry at the world we live in? Angry that we will have to clean up your mess, while you hold us in contempt, analysing our responses as though we were another species? I would like adults to treat us not as strange creatures from other world but as human beings with intelligent thought - a little different from yours, perhaps, but intelligent thought nonetheless Stop teaching adults how to behave around us, and instead teach them to respect us Jenni Herd Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire raeseddon: tiffanarchy: 0nechoice: THANK YOU JENNI HERD dang Jenni, GO OFF Teenages: Treat us like people New York Times: What does this perplexing creature want from us? We may never know.
insolence: Neil Henderson
 @hendopolis
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 A 16 year old has written a thought
 provoking letter to the Times this
 morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz
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 Annoyed
 Sir, I am getting increasingly
 annoyed at the barrage of
 articles about teenagers, and the
 adults who keep trying to
 explain our behaviour "Moods
 and meltdowns: what's inside
 the teenage brain?, Mar 1)
 I am 16 and a straight-A
 student, like most of my friends.
 We are not as irrational and
 immature as adults seem to
 think. We've grown up with
 financial crises and accept that
 most of us will be unemployed
 We no longer flinch at bloody
 images of war because we've
 grown up seeing the chaos in
 the Middle East and elsewhere
 Most of us are cynical and
 pessimistic because of the
 environment we've grown up in
 which should be explanation
 enough for our apparent
 insolence and disrespect,
 without "experts" having to
 write articles about it.
 Has no one ever seen that we
 are angry at the world we live
 in? Angry that we will have to
 clean up your mess, while you
 hold us in contempt, analysing
 our responses as though we
 were another species?
 I would like adults to treat us
 not as strange creatures from
 other world but as human
 beings with intelligent thought
 - a little different from yours,
 perhaps, but intelligent thought
 nonetheless
 Stop teaching adults how to
 behave around us, and instead
 teach them to respect us
 Jenni Herd
 Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire
raeseddon:

tiffanarchy:

0nechoice:

THANK YOU JENNI HERD


dang Jenni, GO OFF


Teenages: Treat us like people
New York Times: What does this perplexing creature want from us? We may never know.

raeseddon: tiffanarchy: 0nechoice: THANK YOU JENNI HERD dang Jenni, GO OFF Teenages: Treat us like people New York Times: What doe...

insolence: Your insolence goes too far Wrong It can go a lot further silentwalrus1: #Steve is a bottomless well of insolence #just waiting for foolhardy jerks to throw in a bucket (tags fom @galwednesday) 
insolence: Your insolence
 goes too far

 Wrong
 It can go a lot further
silentwalrus1:

 #Steve is a bottomless well of insolence #just waiting for foolhardy jerks to throw in a bucket (tags fom @galwednesday) 

silentwalrus1: #Steve is a bottomless well of insolence #just waiting for foolhardy jerks to throw in a bucket (tags fom @galwednesday) 

insolence: Your insolence goes too far Wrong It can go a lot further silentwalrus1: #Steve is a bottomless well of insolence #just waiting for foolhardy jerks to throw in a bucket (tags fom @galwednesday) 
insolence: Your insolence
 goes too far

 Wrong
 It can go a lot further
silentwalrus1:


 #Steve is a bottomless well of insolence #just waiting for foolhardy jerks to throw in a bucket (tags fom @galwednesday) 

silentwalrus1: #Steve is a bottomless well of insolence #just waiting for foolhardy jerks to throw in a bucket (tags fom @galwednesday) 

insolence: do i just kill myself already To be, or not to be. That is the question: whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to die to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep to sleep perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuftled off this mortal col must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life for who would bear the whips and scoms of time th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of despised love, the law's delay the insolence of office, and the spums that patient merit of th unworthy takes when he himselt might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary lfe but that the dread of something after death the undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveller retums. puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native hue of resolution is sickled o'er with the pałe cast of thought and enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents tum awry and lose the name of action. Soft you now, rhe air Ophelia! nmph. in thy orisons be all my sins remembered. me irl
insolence: do i just kill myself already
 To be, or not to be. That is the question: whether tis nobler in the
 mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to
 take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to
 die to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache,
 and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to 'tis a
 consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep to sleep
 perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death
 what dreams may come when we have shuftled off this mortal
 col must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity
 of so long life for who would bear the whips and scoms of time
 th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of
 despised love, the law's delay the insolence of office, and the
 spums that patient merit of th unworthy takes when he himselt
 might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels
 bear to grunt and sweat under a weary lfe but that the dread of
 something after death the undiscovered country, from whose
 bourn no traveller retums. puzzles the will and makes us rather
 bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
 thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native
 hue of resolution is sickled o'er with the pałe cast of thought and
 enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their
 currents tum awry and lose the name of action. Soft you now, rhe
 air Ophelia! nmph. in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.
me irl

me irl

insolence: do i just kill myself already To be, or not to be. That is the question: whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to die to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep to sleep perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuftled off this mortal col must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life for who would bear the whips and scoms of time th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of despised love, the law's delay the insolence of office, and the spums that patient merit of th unworthy takes when he himselt might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary lfe but that the dread of something after death the undiscovered country, from whose bourn no traveller retums. puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native hue of resolution is sickled o'er with the pałe cast of thought and enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents tum awry and lose the name of action. Soft you now, rhe air Ophelia! nmph. in thy orisons be all my sins remembered. me irl
insolence: do i just kill myself already
 To be, or not to be. That is the question: whether tis nobler in the
 mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to
 take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to
 die to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache,
 and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to 'tis a
 consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep to sleep
 perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death
 what dreams may come when we have shuftled off this mortal
 col must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity
 of so long life for who would bear the whips and scoms of time
 th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of
 despised love, the law's delay the insolence of office, and the
 spums that patient merit of th unworthy takes when he himselt
 might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels
 bear to grunt and sweat under a weary lfe but that the dread of
 something after death the undiscovered country, from whose
 bourn no traveller retums. puzzles the will and makes us rather
 bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
 thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native
 hue of resolution is sickled o'er with the pałe cast of thought and
 enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their
 currents tum awry and lose the name of action. Soft you now, rhe
 air Ophelia! nmph. in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.
me irl

me irl

insolence: do i just kill myself already To be, or not to be. That is the question: whether tis nobler in the mind to suter the sings and aows of outrageous tortune or to take ams against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to de to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache. and the thousand natural shocks that fesh is heir to 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep to sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuted off this mortal ool must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long lite for who would beor the whips and sooms of time th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of despised love, the law's delay the insolence of office, and the spuns that patient merit of th' unworthy takes when he himself might his quietus make with a bore bockin? Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary e but that the dread of something after death the undiscovered country, from whose boum no traveller retuns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those äls we have than fy to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native hue of resolution is sickied o'er with the pale cast ot thought and enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents tum awry and lose the name of action, Sot you now, he air Ophelial nmph, in thy crisons be all my sins remembered <p>Relatable</p>
insolence: do i just kill myself already
 To be, or not to be. That is the question: whether tis nobler in the
 mind to suter the sings and aows of outrageous tortune or to
 take ams against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to
 de to sleep no more and by a sleep to say we end the heartache.
 and the thousand natural shocks that fesh is heir to 'tis a
 consummation devoutly to be wished to die to sleep to sleep
 perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub for in that sleep of death
 what dreams may come when we have shuted off this mortal
 ool must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity
 of so long lite for who would beor the whips and sooms of time
 th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely the pangs of
 despised love, the law's delay the insolence of office, and the
 spuns that patient merit of th' unworthy takes when he himself
 might his quietus make with a bore bockin? Who would fardels
 bear to grunt and sweat under a weary e but that the dread of
 something after death the undiscovered country, from whose
 boum no traveller retuns, puzzles the will and makes us rather
 bear those äls we have than fy to others that we know not of?
 thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native
 hue of resolution is sickied o'er with the pale cast ot thought and
 enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their
 currents tum awry and lose the name of action, Sot you now, he
 air Ophelial nmph, in thy crisons be all my sins remembered
<p>Relatable</p>

<p>Relatable</p>

insolence: Neil Henderson Follow @hendopolis A 16 year old has written a thought provoking letter to the Times this morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz Reply tRetweetedFavonte. More Annoyed Sir, I am getting increasingly annoyed at the barrage of articles about teenagers, and the adults who keep trying to explain our behaviour ("Moods and meltdowns: what's inside the teenage brain?", Mar 1) I am 16 and a straight-A student, like most of my friends. We are not as irrational and immature as adults seem to think. We've grown up with financial crises and accept that most of us will be unemployed. We no longer flinch at bloody images of war because we've grown up seeing the chaos in the Middle East and elsewhere. Most of us are cynical and pessimistic because of the environment we've grown up in which should be explanation enough for our apparent insolence and disrespect, without "experts" having to write articles about it. Has no one ever seen that we are angry at the world we live in? Angry that we will have to clean up your mess, while you hold us in contempt, analysing our responses as though we were another species? I would like adults to treat us not as strange creatures from another world but as human beings with intelligent thought a little different from yours, perhaps, but intelligent thought nonetheless. Stop teaching adults how to behave around us, and instead teach them to respect us. Jenni Herd Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire Chinese and Pakistani border guards.http://advice-animal.tumblr.com/
insolence: Neil Henderson
 Follow
 @hendopolis
 A 16 year old has written a thought
 provoking letter to the Times this
 morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz
 Reply tRetweetedFavonte. More
 Annoyed
 Sir, I am getting increasingly
 annoyed at the barrage of
 articles about teenagers, and the
 adults who keep trying to
 explain our behaviour ("Moods
 and meltdowns: what's inside
 the teenage brain?", Mar 1)
 I am 16 and a straight-A
 student, like most of my friends.
 We are not as irrational and
 immature as adults seem to
 think. We've grown up with
 financial crises and accept that
 most of us will be unemployed.
 We no longer flinch at bloody
 images of war because we've
 grown up seeing the chaos in
 the Middle East and elsewhere.
 Most of us are cynical and
 pessimistic because of the
 environment we've grown up in
 which should be explanation
 enough for our apparent
 insolence and disrespect,
 without "experts" having to
 write articles about it.
 Has no one ever seen that we
 are angry at the world we live
 in? Angry that we will have to
 clean up your mess, while you
 hold us in contempt, analysing
 our responses as though we
 were another species?
 I would like adults to treat us
 not as strange creatures from
 another world but as human
 beings with intelligent thought
 a little different from yours,
 perhaps, but intelligent thought
 nonetheless.
 Stop teaching adults how to
 behave around us, and instead
 teach them to respect us.
 Jenni Herd
 Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire
Chinese and Pakistani border guards.http://advice-animal.tumblr.com/

Chinese and Pakistani border guards.http://advice-animal.tumblr.com/

insolence: Neil Henderson O + Follow @hendopolis A 16 year old has written a thought provoking letter to the Times this morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz 6 Reply 13 Retweeted * Favorite *. More Annoyed Sir, I am getting increasingly annoyed at the barrage of articles about teenagers, and the adults who keep trying to explain our behaviour (“Moods and meltdowns: what's inside the teenage brain?", Mar 1). I am 16 and a straight-A student, like most of my friends. We are not as irrational and immature as adults seem to think. We've grown up with financial crises and accept that most of us will be unemployed. We no longer flinch at bloody images of war because we've grown up seeing the chaos in the Middle East and elsewhere. Most of us are cynical and pessimistic because of the environment we've grown up in which should be explanation enough for our apparent insolence and disrespect, without "experts" having to write articles about it. Has no one ever seen that we are angry at the world we live in? Angry that we will have to clean up your mess, while you hold us in contempt, analysing our responses as though we were another species? I would like adults to treat us not as strange creatures from another world but as human beings with intelligent thought a little different from yours, perhaps, but intelligent thought nonetheless. Stop teaching adults how to behave around us, and instead teach them to respect us. Jenni Herd Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire Idid not have sexual relations with that woman Uber Humor Damnhttp://meme-rage.tumblr.com
insolence: Neil Henderson O
 + Follow
 @hendopolis
 A 16 year old has written a thought
 provoking letter to the Times this
 morning. pic.twitter.com/g3eUhirnnz
 6 Reply 13 Retweeted * Favorite *. More
 Annoyed
 Sir, I am getting increasingly
 annoyed at the barrage of
 articles about teenagers, and the
 adults who keep trying to
 explain our behaviour (“Moods
 and meltdowns: what's inside
 the teenage brain?", Mar 1).
 I am 16 and a straight-A
 student, like most of my friends.
 We are not as irrational and
 immature as adults seem to
 think. We've grown up with
 financial crises and accept that
 most of us will be unemployed.
 We no longer flinch at bloody
 images of war because we've
 grown up seeing the chaos in
 the Middle East and elsewhere.
 Most of us are cynical and
 pessimistic because of the
 environment we've grown up in
 which should be explanation
 enough for our apparent
 insolence and disrespect,
 without "experts" having to
 write articles about it.
 Has no one ever seen that we
 are angry at the world we live
 in? Angry that we will have to
 clean up your mess, while you
 hold us in contempt, analysing
 our responses as though we
 were another species?
 I would like adults to treat us
 not as strange creatures from
 another world but as human
 beings with intelligent thought
 a little different from yours,
 perhaps, but intelligent thought
 nonetheless.
 Stop teaching adults how to
 behave around us, and instead
 teach them to respect us.
 Jenni Herd
 Kilmarnock, E Ayrshire
 Idid not have sexual relations with that woman
 Uber Humor
Damnhttp://meme-rage.tumblr.com

Damnhttp://meme-rage.tumblr.com